going pretty down kings cross street

as much as i've thought about it, it never is the way it'll be.

the things i thought i had well mentally prepared for, thinking through the moment, thinking about exactly how it'll look, and feel, i won't be prepared for it i'm pretty sure.

the way i ensure i cleared the cookie dough and a slab of salmon, the way the windows closed on me, the way things looked at the end of it.

settled, peaceful and still,

i'll be leaving someday.